Clustered on a mound of earth
Above a crystal lake,
There stands a house of beauty
That no cameras eye can take. The autumn leaves hang restlessly,
With each gust they tumble down
To greet the saffron cannas,
Still blooming on the ground. Bird houses stand dejected,
The fledglings long have gone,
A flamingo and an anvil
Add interest to the lawn. The evergreens still verdant
Defy the season's call,
While the ambient shrubs and bushes
Dress up for days of fall. No artist could depict it
Nor a poet explicate;
The warmth of friendly people
Who dwell beyond its gate. | 
